“Can’t wait.” Halmos grumbled, kneeling down to toy around with the dead Matoran’s heartlight out of pure protest. “Overjoyed.”
“What makes you think they’ll come back?”
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The body does not have a heartlight, probably to Halmos’s disappointment.
"Well I don’t know about all of you, but I’ve always wanted to explore Metru Nui, and now’s my chance.
Besides, who knows where the toa are? There are probably other matoran who need our help. I’m tired of waiting around.
We might be the only ones who can save Metru-Nui, so who’s with me?"
Pakiki stares out through the broken windows of the lighthouse, and is silent.
“Well looking though that window I can tell you that this isn’t the ever happy Metru nui we knew”
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“What makes you think they left?” Halmos grunted, not bothering to look up. “Lhikan’s still out there somewhere; he’s too much of a goodie two shoes to just abandon the entire city.”
With a bitter snarl Halmos practically throws the body across the room with a sudden burst of energy, stumbling to his feet and brushing himself off. “Useless.”
“I’m sorry, have you seen what’s out there? Waiting for us?” Halmos turned slowly, glancing at the contemplating Matoran. “Because I can promise you a tiny group of five, six Matoran is going to do next to nothing against even one of these giant spiders. If what junior over there said is true, these things are big enough and competent enough to hunt Rahi, and nobody here’s ever heard of them before.”
“You want to be stupid and go wildly scrambling around, you go right ahead. I want to stay alive.”
True. This isn’t the bright and colorful Metru Nui that I remember. But I want to know what’s going on. As a scientist, I long for knowledge.
Also true. We need a plan. Perhaps Weldvo and I can build some sort of fast armoured vehicle, like the airships of Le-Metru, which I have read about in my textbooks?
“Well we would be in a better/happy place if they were here”
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“I bet you would be.” He murmured over his shoulder.
Halmos slammed the palm of his hand into his forehead so violently his mask threatened to snap in half.
“You just- you- WHAT?! You expect to magic together a vehicle with no prior exierience- and memory loss?”
A near by pod stirs and a po Matoran clambers out, he looks back into the pod and pulls out a small black tablet and a small white rock, he starts writing on it, he then holds it up
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If Pakiki is looking out towards the city, now he can see the damage done to a limited extent. It was dark, the red illumination provided by the red sun only did so much because of the clouds. Though dim Lightstones cut through some of darkness below. Yet whether above or below, green strands where everywhere.
Some of these green cables even appears to have large cylinder versions of themselves, but were broken out of from the inside. Any of other buildings he could see were crack and broken, far more severely than the rest. Yet from these vantage point, there was an oddly cleared path towards a larger building. The Matoran Feeding Center, but they likely wouldn’t remember it as such.
No sign of any creatures of life above or below. They were all hiding at the moment. They knew better than to be caught in the red’s sight.
“Can’t stay here,” Vergil says quietly. “This is no holdout. If the spiders break in we’ll die here.” She gestures toward the holes in the ceiling.
The Ga-Matoran slowly looks over toward the new Po-Matoran. “Woke up here. The city’s empty. And there are things outside.”
She looks back toward the exit, just happening to, and sees the Le-Matoran making for the exit. Vergil starts to follow her tentatively. “Need to see what outside looks like.”
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At the base of the lighthouse, she’d find Efari sitting at it’s base, her knees pulled up and her face buried in them. A makeshift spear was stabbed into the ground next to her.
Hey, I’m just brainstorming ideas. I’m a scientist and inventor. Some of the matoran here are crafters. I have some tools, and there is metal from these strange pods. Maybe not a functioning vehicle, but I think we could put together some kind of machine to help us."
Turning to the Po-Matoran:
“Hello. I think we are in Ga-Metru. One of the matoran came here from the colliseum, which is roughly that way [points in a direction]. Using that information, I sketched a map of Metru-Nui. Who are you? Do you have a name?”
Vergil sits down next to Efair, glancing at the spear before looking back at her. “Hey,” she says quietly.
Weldvo pauses molding a sheet of the pod to thing for a bit, “What type of disk is it, and are you sure you want me to make it into something? I was already planning on making a good amount of shields, so if you wanted an amped up shield I am down for that.”
Weldvo turns his head and glares at Halmos. “Hey, if you call want we are trying to do magic, then consider me and Pakiki sorcerers supreme,” He says in a harsh tone.
He then turns toward Pakiki. “Listen, I much as I would like to make an airship, without access to an actual foundry and finer parts, what I can make is limited to what we have here. The best idea that I have is making up something that uses the pods as a base, and then just adding stuff from there, which I definitely can do. If you have anything in your books that fits, let me know. I’ll take whatever advice I can get right now.”
Weldvo resumes with his work after addressing everybody.
The heck is a sorcerer?
“If it means you can work without suggesting we all get ourselves killed, unlike some people, then by all means.” He quickly snapped to a sweeping bow before spinning around with a grumble.
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“Oh I meant out of metal not my disk, but the disk type is 237, made in ga Metru, has the power of weaken and well has the power level of 7”
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